I am so sorry it took me this long to update. I was grounded for a very very long time by my father, and then our internet wasn't working. Thank you to every single one of you that reviewed, and a special thanks to WeLcOmE2pArAdIsE for motivating me and helping me push through my writer's block.

I hope this chapter makes the wait worth it, and once again, I apologize for how long it took to update. R n R pretty please )

A Raven's Blood

Chapter 13

She struggled to surface in the scarlet waters. They bubbled around her and scalded her delicate skin. Her arms flailed wildly in the thick liquid as she tried desperately to stay afloat in what she tried to tell herself wasn't blood. People's blood. Innocent Blood. Her head above the waves, she chocked down a rising nausea and tried to grasp the edge of the pit. Her fingers clasped the rocks that formed the rim, and she dragged herself up, red boiling water running down her body. She could feel some of it sticking to her skin as she held on to the edge, arms askew, breath ragged.

She could hear soft footsteps approaching the glistening crimson pool. Her legs began to twitch in the burning fluids, but she felt paralyzed by the prospect of getting out and facing the punishment she knew she would receive. Raven tried to harden her eyes, and quell the fear that had begun to rise in the pit of her stomach. "You little bitch," Sebastian hissed, placing one foot on the lip of the pool and staring down at her, demons writhing at his back.

He bent down so close that she could feel his pungent breath on her face. His eyes reflected the ruby glare of the waters that she couldn't tear herself from. She stared at his feet, unable to look into his eyes for more than a second. Her feet were sending torrents of pain through her body, but she just couldn't move even though her lower half was being blistered by liquids so hot she felt she was being cooked like the tea she loved so much.

"You know," she heard him cackle, still avoiding his gaze, "I don't need them." Instantly Raven felt a pressure lift off her shoulders, and her muscles seemed to remember how to move. Glancing up, she saw that all of his demons were gone, banished back to whatever Hell he had called them from. Her legs screamed from the burning sensation, and finally her body could react. With a strength she was surprised to find she forcibly pushed herself out of the water, head butting Sebastian in the process, whose head was still inches away from hers.

Falling over the edge of that cursed pool, she landed in a heap on the hard ground, robes stained scarlet and dripping from her time submerged, legs bunched towards her body, arms wrapped around her shoulders to steady her shaking breath. Her eyes moved up from her vulnerable position to see Sebastian, a hand on his head, staring intensely at her, mockery and rage burning bright in his eyes.

"I can handle you by myself," he grinned, flashing his hideous fangs and slowly moving towards her. She struggled to her feet, and could barely stand, weighted down by her drenched clothes. Stepping away from him, she reached to her back and tore off her cloak, hoping to free her movements. In the same motion, she stepped out of her shoes and shook her limbs out. It was time to fight. Nothing could get in her way if she hoped to win.

"Ooh," Sebastian licked his lips, "Taking it off already? I though you'd want to wait till after we married." His laugh filled the cavern as his eyes raked over her body, making her wish she had something to hide behind. She shivered as she watched something familiar come to his face. That old expression of the lust for her flesh.

"You sick bastard," she managed to spit out, taking another step back and relaxing her muscles. This fight would take everything she had. She couldn't waste energy being tense.

"You always had quite the mouth on you," he said, arms reaching out towards her. "So…fiery. Passionate." His smile continued to grow when he saw the look of revulsion on her face. Every word he said made her want to throw up, run away, then come back and kill him. But there was no escape for her now.

"Burn in Hell," she whispered, sending her dark powers to encompass a large rock behind him. She hoped beyond hope he wouldn't remember that she had her powers back, and he wouldn't look back. He paused in his saunter. Her heart raced, blocking out all other sounds. She needed to distract him. He couldn't notice. Standing with her legs apart, bracing herself, choking down the disgust that consumed her, she lowered her head and stared at him through her eye lashes. "Show me what you can do." Her tongue flicked out more than necessary, and she knew he noticed that.

He came towards her, faster now, eyes burning with more than anger. "You have no idea what I can do," his voice was breathy, excited. "But I can show you. You'll see. You'll like it. Just wait." Raven blocked out his words and carefully dislodged the boulder from the ground, letting his voice cover the noise it made. She levitated it in the air and waited for the moment to strike. "You let my prisoner go, and for that you have to die," he looked almost sad when he said it, but the emotion was quickly gone as it gave way to a more powerful urge, "but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with you first, right?"

Raven swallowed the vomit that was burning its way up her esophagus, and forced the most seductive smile she could muster. "Do I have much choice in the matter?" she asked, readying her attack. Just five more steps and she would be ready. He grinned at her and let an excited laugh jump out. Three steps.

"Not really." Two. "Who knows? If you're good, I might even keep you alive." One. "You'll love it."

Now.

The boulder hurtled towards his unsuspecting back, while Raven sprang to the side and landed in a crouched position, hands glowing with her obsidian magic. He stared at her for less than a second before the rock slammed into him, sending him flying into an outcropping of stone jutting from the floor. His cry of pain reverberated throughout the cavern, echoing from wall to wall.

"You bitch!" he shrieked from where he was crushed between the two boulders. "You damned bitch!" His arms came into view as he wiggled them out from between the rocks. Placing his palms flat against the stone, his muscles straining, inch by inch the stones moved apart. Raven's mouth dropped as she saw him begin to escape. Her hands shook from the force she had used, but she ignored that as best she could and wiped off the sweat that was beginning to form on her forehead.

As Sebastian continued to scream and squirm, a million instincts screamed at her to run and get away as fast as she could. Adrenaline pulsed into her veins, sending her mind racing and the sweat to come faster. Her body wanted to leave. She could easily teleport out of this nightmare, but she knew that wouldn't solve anything. He would find her again. He would hurt Beast Boy. He might kill him. She could never escape him. Closing her eyes she resigned herself to her morbid fate.

One of them would die tonight.

And Raven was going to make sure it wasn't her.

She opened her eyes to the noise of the rocks crumbling apart and landing on the cold floor with a resounding BAM. Drawing the cool air into her frantic lungs, she tried to asses the damage she had done. He was bleeding from cuts on his cheek and right arm, but besides that she couldn't sense any other injuries. She cursed softly to herself. She had been relying on that to harm him more.

"Oh, sweetie," Sebastian hissed, a red aura of power surrounding him, "you're going to pay for that." Levitating himself off the ground, he began to shake with rage. "Thought you were sneaky, didn't you? Thought you could get me before I remembered about your powers…" the laugh in his voice was losing any trace of sanity, "Well guess what?" He grinned sadistically and held out his hand towards her.

"Ahh!" Raven fell to her knees as her power flowed out from every pore on her body. She clutched her body, utterly defenseless against whatever attack he decided to throw.

"All gone," he raved, "And now, time for punishment for all your tricks. When I'm done with you…" the red around him grew darker and denser, twisting around him with a life of its own, "you'll be begging to die." The breath in her lungs seemed to disappear under his intense gaze, and the resolve she had so carefully acquired threatened to flee with every step he took towards her.

She blinked floating dust from her eyes, opening them to an unexpected horror. Sebastian stood merely centimeters apart from her reaching up his hands to grasp her shoulders. He had flown up to her silently in the milliseconds in which her eyes had been closed. Her mind froze, and she forgot how to fight as she stared into his burning crimson eyes. She was barely aware of his hands on her shoulders, his nails digging into her soft flesh.

"You will pay," he whispered, moving his face closer to hers, still refraining from any contact excluding his hands on her shoulders. "Let's start small," he continued, a tiny smile creeping onto his face. "We want this to last a long time…" his voice trailed off and his eyes released Raven from their prison. Her head snapped back and she looked to her shoulders where pain was stabbing through her nerves.

His nails were thick and long, dangerously sharp on the tips. He pressed them into her skin causing a slow trickle of blood to run down her back and arms. She looked back and forth from his face to his nails gouging into her bloody epidermis, eyes widening with realization and fear. His tongue flicked out of his mouth expectantly, awaiting the sweet reward. "Not yet…" he hissed to himself, "Let's make her suffer firssst…"

"Stop…" Raven whimpered, staring at the blood that was flowing faster now as his nails dug deeper. "Let me go…"

"What?" Sebastian laughed, pausing in his gradual stabbing. "What was that?" his fangs seemed to protrude from his mouth. "What did you just say?" Every cell in Raven's body tensed, awaiting the pain that was surely coming. Her fingers began to tremble from her nerves that had been so terribly shot. His eyes flickered behind her to the nearest rock outcropping, smile plastering itself to his face.

Unhooking his claws from her torn skin, he picked her up and flung her against the rock as if she were no more than a bug that had gotten in his way. Raven could hear a crack as she landed against the boulder, but with her powers gone she not only had no way of healing it, but she couldn't even tell what had broken. Before she could even properly land on the ground, he was pressing her bleeding body into the jagged stone; her feet hanging limp above the soil. "Now," he said, crushing her between him and the rock, "what did you say?"

His crimson eyes stared into her indigo ones as his fingers clutched her arms and his thighs pressed against her legs. She was trapped and so vulnerable in his sadistic grasp. She wanted to cry; she wanted to scream; she wanted to kick the bastard in his balls, but she knew he would get her anyway. She needed a plan, an idea, any—

His left hand reached up to cup her cheek. "You don't have to be shy," he murmured gently. Involuntarily she cringed when his hand touched her skin. "It's true what they say," his hand caressed the side of her face, "Actions speak louder than words."

Slap.

Raven's sharp intake of breath went unnoticed as he brought his left hand back down in a powerful backslap.

Slap.

"You--"

Slap.

"Little—"

Slap.

"Slut…"

He stared at her face, her eyes clenched shut, her cheeks reddening from the impact, and he knew his victory was assured. He laughed hysterically, knowing he had won. There was nothing she could do. She was all his. So…perfectly…his.

"Oh, come on," the sound that emerged from his mouth was guttural and raw, "this doesn't have to be all bad…" Not waiting for her response, he shoved his face up against hers, his greedy mouth always wanting more. His hands traveled up her frozen arms, reveling in the blood that flowed over them. Her blood. Her beautiful blood. He pressed the length of his body against hers, loving the feel of her against him.

She thought she couldn't take it anymore, and the vomit was about to escape her stomach before he pulled his face away from her. "See?" he said, grabbing her hair near the scalp and staring into her eyes, "Not all bad." He laughed at her emotionless face and shook her head back and forth by her hair. "But a lot of it will be," slamming Raven's head against the rock behind her, he only laughed harder.

This monster, Raven thought, while he smashed her head repeatedly against the boulder, is insane. Oh, Azar, she prayed desperately, help me. The side of her forehead collided with a jagged little stone that stuck out from the rocks, cutting her above her purple eyebrow. The cut was shallow but blood flowed out, released from her tortured veins. The blood flowed through her eyebrow dying it crimson, snaking a trail down her face.

Squinting her eyes open at her oppressor she noticed a strange frenzy in his eyes. It was different than before, but she couldn't quite understand it. Eyes glued to the blood running down her face, he stood perfectly still, except for an occasional swallow that caused his Adam's apple to dance.

Stiffly he brought his face to where the blood flowed. She heard a sniffing, like a dog, and in her peripheral vision she could see him…smelling her blood. "So much…" the words escaped his lips. The blood still inside of her turned to ice as she felt a slick pressure on her head. Her body shook with contained retches, as the realization of what he was doing set in. The ridges rubbed against her skin with a sensation that made her want to rip off Sebastian's head.

He was…licking…her blood.

He let a grotesque moan gush out of his mouth as he savored the taste. Raven didn't know if her prayer had been answered, or if she had lost too many brain cells when her head was hit against the rock, but an idea began to form in her mind. An awful idea, but an idea all the same. As he lapped up the blood from her face, she concentrated on locking her soul in a safe place. Hidden far away where nothing could affect it. Making her so numb, she could do anything in the world and it wouldn't make her flinch. She let her father's side of her come to the surface, preparing for what she would have to do. She was, after all, the daughter of Trigon. She wasn't going to let some…Jr. Brother Blood beat her.

When the only blood left on her face was the trickle that was slowly oozing from her already healing cut, Sebastian stopped and let out a satisfied sigh. Raven closed her eyes, and threw all reason as far away from her as she could. Body shuddering, she reached a hand up to grasp his. "Don't stop," she whispered, breath coming fast. "Sebastian…" she closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards, "Does that make you happy?"

He put a hand on her neck and pushed her back. "You've tricked me before," he shuddered, his mind still reeling from the awareness of her blood in his mouth, "I won't fall for any of your schemes again." She opened her eyes, glancing down at the hand that clutched at her neck. Not saying a word, she tilted her head down so her mouth could reach his fingers, and ever so delicately she pressed her lips to his fingers. She could feel his body tense, ready to pull his hand away if she bit him. Instead she wrapped her soft lips around his index finger, sending shivers down his arm. She didn't bother moving her tongue, letting him relish this feeling of control over her. Hand still grasping her throat, finger stuck in her mouth, heart beating so loud Raven could hear it clearly, Sebastian closed his eyes in ecstasy. She could have attacked then, hit him, kicked him, anything. But something in her told her how little that would accomplish.

She waited until his finger began to squirm in her mouth before she released her grip on him. "Fine," she murmured, staring up at him through half closed eyes, "don't trust me. It makes it more fun." Moving with a speed that took him by surprise, she grabbed his hand and put on of his claws to her forearm. "You like blood, right?" without hesitating, she placed the tip of his nail against her skin and sliced it in one quick motion. Blood gushed out of the long cut on her arm onto his motionless hand. He gasped a quick breath, and didn't bother to hold himself back.

Almost as soon as she had made the cut, he was slurping it up, making sure not to miss a single precious drop. She pressed her arm against his mouth, forcing his head back. Following her instincts, and hoping beyond hope her plan would work, she flung her other arm around his neck, pulling them closer together. Her legs still hung above the ground, her body staying up merely from him pushing against her, and her arm around his neck. Slowly she lifted her useless legs in the air, bringing them tight by her body. He was so busy gulping down her blood, he was surprised to feel something encircling his torso. It took him a moment to realize it was Raven's legs—that her whole body now balanced on him. He opened his eyes to slits to her staring at him.

He moved one hand to the small of her back, and the other went to the underside of her thigh, holding her up. He was intoxicated by the overwhelming taste of her blood. It was unlike any other. Given so freely, willingly, and all for him. The cut on her arm was healing, and the blood was coming slower and slower. His crazed mind longed for more. More. His lips still pressed against her arms, but his mouth was resolutely closed. He turned his gaze to her eyes, having to turn his face up to see into them. They looked back at him, that gorgeous shade of indigo. His balance shifted slightly and he took one step back from the boulder. No longer held up by the tension between them, Raven squeezed her legs tighter around him, and pushed her body closer to his. His heart was beating with such force that it threatened to disturb their delicate position.

Her taste was leaving his mouth faster this time, and his need for it only grew more intense. He wouldn't beg for it, but she would give it to him. He swore to himself that he would kill her tonight, but why let all this warm, exquisite blood go to waste? Besides the fact that a corpse's blood didn't taste half as good as live blood, a corpse couldn't kiss him back. A corpse didn't give it's blood by choice. Seconds passed and neither of them dared move. She knew what he wanted, but she had to make him wait. Her plan depended on this.

They stood, precariously intertwined, while with each passing second his need for her grew. His lips formed the word, "Raven" but no sound came out of his silently pleading mouth. The next step assured, she acted fast to quell his supplications. She threw her other arm around his neck, and brought her face close to his. She opened her mouth wide, to make sure he could see it, and stuck her tongue at him. She clamped her teeth down, hard, making red lines of blood rise up on her pink tongue.

She pressed her mouth against his, letting the blood seep from her lips. He opened his mouth wide wanting to devour every prized morsel. She tilted her body forward ever so slightly, forcing his head back and disrupting their balance. He fell backwards onto the floor, holding her tighter on top of him and never breaking their kiss. Her blood drove him mad with passion, and a fire that he had never known before.

She slipped her lips from his and lay with her legs underneath him, her face almost touching his. His mouth still hung open, to catch the falling drops of blood that fell from her mouth. His grasp on her waist loosened for the smallest second, and Raven used the opportunity to quickly roll off of him, and away.

He didn't get up, but rather just turned his head to stare at her. She knew he was waiting for something like this. He had anticipated a trick. That's why she wouldn't dare trick him. Not now, anyway.

"What are you waiting for?" she cooed, walking to the bubbling pit and leaning against it. "If you're so strong, then come and get me." She let her hair fall in her face, and dipped a hand in the hot blood water. Cupping some of the boiling liquid in her hand, she poured it back in staring at Sebastian with a look of patience.

He scrambled to his feet and came at her with lust in his eyes. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. His nails dug into the skin on her cheeks, making lines of blood streak down. He broke their kiss to momentarily drink the blood that he had once again forced out. When she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed his face and pulled him into another embrace.

Now came the most risky part of her plan…and the part that would hurt the most. Keeping his mind fully on their mouths, she led his hands from her face down to her shoulders. As his claws dragged along her skin they sliced it into shreds. Filthy sadist…

She drew his hands along her torso, letting him cut her stomach with those damned claws. Torrents of blood flowed from her, and just had she had hoped he couldn't resist her blood. Like the dog he was, he dropped to one knee and began to feast in the blood that surged from her body. She clenched her eyes in silent pain as he drank to his heart's content.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt a blinding pain in her back. She knew instantly what it was. That bastard had stabbed her back with those claws. "Raven," he said in between swallowing her blood, "You have no idea how much I'm loving this…" He tightened his grip, and she could hear a sickening squelch that was the sound of her organs being stabbed. "But I won't forget what you did." With that, he bit down on her torso with his razor-sharp fangs, opening yet another wound.

Raven was weak on her feet from loss of blood, but she couldn't fall now. Not so close. She felt his nails slide out of her skin as he placed his hands gently back on her stomach. He was sucking fiercely at her injuries, and she hoped that any second he would have to let go and take a breath of air. His fangs tore into her, and she could feel his slimy tongue dancing on her flesh, and occasionally plunging into her abdomen.

Finally, she could feel his grip go lax. His mouth disengaged from her skin, and he sucked in the smallest, fastest breath of air he could. He didn't want any pauses in his fun. Unfortunately for him, it would be the last breath he would have for a while.

As he moved his lips towards her bloody stomach she shifted her weight and wrapped her arms tightly around his stomach. Before he had time to react she pushed him over the edge of the pool of blood. She put one hand on his head, shoving it as far down as she could, while the other stayed on his back so he couldn't get out. Her hands and wrists quickly began to burn from the scorching fluid, but she didn't have the option of letting go. This was it. Either she killed him here and now, or else he had her beat. This was the last and only trick up her bloody sleeve.

His arms and legs swung wildly, desperately searching for anything to grab onto. One of his claws grazed her arm, but by now she was far too numb to notice. His body began to spasm and jerk from lack of air. She could hear him gasping under the waves, sending tiny air bubbles floating to the surface. Luckily for her, he hadn't been getting much oxygen before she plunged him into the pool, being too concerned with hurting her and drinking her blood. The skin on her hands felt like it was being peeled off by the heat, but she promised herself it would only be a little longer.

His body twitched one final time followed by a gurgle that she could only assume was his last breath. His limbs went limp, and he stopped fighting back. Immediately she felt a flow of energy as her powers returned. He may have taken them for a time, but he couldn't hold them any more. She slowly removed her hands from the corpse, and stared at it in shock. She did it. He was gone. Gone.

At last the nausea she had been fighting had no reason to be restrained. Immediately she turned her face from the pool and retched. She fell to her knees as the sickness continued; sickness at what she had done, at what he had done to her. When her stomach had been emptied of every conceivable thing, she was thoroughly exhausted. She had lost so much blood she could hardly see straight. Her powers automatically began to heal her wounds, but they couldn't regenerate the blood she had lost. The world turned into a spinning red blur, and before she could teleport herself to a safer place, a creeping blackness took over. Raven fell to the floor, unconscious, only feet away from the corpse she had created.

Weeee...this was just fun to write. Sebastian has one bad case of blood lust xD he's also pretty insane

Anyhoo, next chapter you'll see how Raven gets out of their, and what happens to Beast Boy, whose friends still think he hurt Raven.

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